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allllllright, my loveliess!! i am currently working on multiple things, but for girl!dad Smoke I need to know what kind of job y’all think Smoke would have ? (I like a lot of these options and I couldn’t choose. MODERN AU BTWW alsooo want to say Reader and Smoke are married and they have a daughter together. This will also dictate how Reader and Smoke met.)
options for Smoke
mechanic 🛠️
barber 💈
electrician/ company owner 💡
construction worker 🧱🔨
currently working on girl!dad Smoke, i wanna get this out hopefully during the week or weekend
ps:why is it the beginning of the week and i’m already drained from work 😮💨
ᝰ.ᐟ BRAT ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
Mad! Smoke makes my head go brrrr!
Strict Stack coming soon…
BEST READ IN DARK MODE!!
Today you were really pushing it, from you kissing your teeth at him to you ‘accidentally’ knocking his hat of his head in public. The car ride home was sickeningly quiet, you could hear the tires crunching against the sandy dirt and the cicadas screeching in mockery against you, almost like they were laughing at your current situation. You just knew your ass was grass when you got back home , but a sick and twisted part of you wanted him to get reckless…to finally lose that tough facade that he always up; your actually surprised he didn’t turn you every which way but loose infront of everyone, and actually wreck your mind and body how you wanted him too.
That’s exactly why you decided to push his buttons today, he’s been so caught up in running around town with his crazy ass twin these past few days that it’s like he forgot has a whole woman he needed to tend to as well, so when he proposed the idea of taking you out shopping to make up for his loss, you couldn’t help but cackle and make up a plan to make him pay.
INSIDE THE HOUSE…
Before you could spit another angry comment back at him, his big hand shot out, grabbin' your wrist and yanked you down onto the king sized bed. You hit the mattress with a gasp, but he was on you in a flash, his dead weight pinnin' you flat. “Look at you, all mouthy and full of fire,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear, his voice already hoarse from all that shouting’ he was doing with stack. “You’ve been getting on my last nerves since we’ve stepped out this fuckin house darlin. I already told you i’m sorry, what more do you want, hmmm?…”
He went quiet for a second, almost to see if you would dare even open your mouth to justify your nasty behaviour. Humming in satisfaction he ghosted his lips down your neck. “ mhmm.. just like i thought, soon as a nigga pin you down, you get to going all quiet and shi’… is’ aight though, jus means by the end of it you’ll be so fucked out, i won’t have to deal with yo bratty ass whining in my ear no mo”
Roughly turning you over he hiked up your dress and groaned as he saw your panties were already damp in the middle “ Look at ya’…panties already drippin and I ain’t een touch that pretty pussy yet” you let out a whine in frustration, it was not supposed to turn out like this; He was the one who was supposed to beg, not YOU!. He got his finger and run it down the centre of your clothed pussy, you tried to close your legs but that was quickly corrected with a harsh slap on your thigh “ Keep them legs open pretty girl, i ain’t gon tell yer’ ass again”
“You been beggin' for this, haven't ya? Dreamin' 'bout me foldin' you up like a goddamn pretzel and fuckin' the sass right outta ya.”
He didn't wait for your answer—didn't care. His rough hands gripped your thighs, haulin' 'em up high, pressin' your knees back toward your chest until your body folded beneath him. The mating press locked you in place, your pussy exposed and vulnerable, thighs tremblin' against your own shoulders. Smoke loomed over you, his belt clinkin' as he shoved his jeans down just enough to free his thick cock, already hard and throbbin', veins bulgin' like twisted roots. “See this?” he snarled, slappin' the heavy length against your slick folds. “This here's gonna teach you respect, girl. You gonna take every inch, and you're gonna thank me for it.”
You whimpered, but he just laughed, a mean, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest. “Whinin' already? Pathetic. Thought you were tough, talkin' all that shit earlier. Now look at ya—legs spread wide, pussy drippin' like a faucet just waitin' for my dick.” He teased the fat head along your entrance, rubbin' it through your wetness, but not pushin' in yet. “Say it. Tell me you're sorry for bein' a mouthy little bitch.” His eyes bored into yours, dark and unyieldin', that drawl sharp as a switchblade. “Or I'll make you beg louder.”
The pressure built as he finally thrust forward, buryin' half his cock in one brutal shove. You cried out, the stretch burnin' sweet and deep, your walls clenchin' around him. “That's it,” he grunted, foldin' you tighter, his hips slammin' down to drive the rest home. “Feel that? My cock splittin' you open, fillin' up that greedy cunt. You ain't nothin' but a hole for me to use now, darlin'. No more backtalk—just moans and my name.” He started poundin' into you, each thrust pinnin' you deeper into the mattress, his balls slappin' against your ass with wet, obscene smacks.
Sweat beaded on his brow, tricklin' down his stubbled jaw as he rutted like an animal, mean and relentless. “Look at your face,” he taunted, voice husky with that slow southern roll. “All twisted up, eyes waterin' 'cause you can't handle how deep I'm goin'. This is what you get for thinkin' you could mouth off to me. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't even remember your own damn name.” His hands dug into your thighs, bruisin' the flesh, holdin' you locked in that crushin' position while he hammered away, cock dragin' against every sensitive spot inside you.
You tried to squirm, but he pinned you harder, his body a cage of muscle and heat. “Nuh-uh, stay put,” he snapped, teeth flashin' in a wicked grin. “You take it like a good girl, or I'll flip you over and spank that ass raw first. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't ya? Dirty little slut, creamin' all over my dick while I correct your ways.” The dirty words poured from him, each one punctuated by a savage thrust, his accent thickenin' with lust. “Fuck, you're tight—squeezin' me like you never want me to pull out. That's right, milk my cock. Show me how sorry you are.”
The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, your gasps mixin' with his grunts, the bed groanin' under the force. He leaned down closer, his mouth crashin' against yours in a rough kiss, tongue invadin' like he owned you. “Taste that?” he murmured against your lips, drawl slurrin' with effort. “That's you, all wet and needy. No more actin' like you run this show. From now on, you keep that attitude in check, or I'll bend you like this every goddamn night.”
Pressure coiled tight in your core, his relentless pace pushin' you toward the edge. He felt it, smirkin' as he ground deeper, hittin' that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Cum for me, then,” he ordered, voice a low command. “Squirt all over this cock and prove you've learned your lesson. But don't think we're done—I'm gonna fill this pussy up, breed you full till it leaks outta ya.” With a final, brutal slam, he buried himself to the hilt, ropin' hot cum deep inside as your body shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashin' through the mean, delicious hold he had on you. Water splashing all over his lower abdomen and your juicy cunt pushed his dick out.
See, the difference with Smoke was never in what he said—because Smoke didn’t need words. He was the kind of man whose silence spoke louder than threats ever could. One slow, deliberate glance from him—sharp, unreadable, heavy with intent—and your body reacted before your brain did.
That mean glare that he would give you when you got to out of line, signified that you had half a second, maybe less, to cut the shit and act right. No countdown. No second chances. Just the understanding that whatever nonsense you were on needed to end immediately—or Smoke would end it for you. He doesn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. He doesn’t even look at you. Most times, he doesn’t have to.
Ditzy!reader has such a praise kïnk like omg girl we get it😭😭
Smoke knows you have that confidence in you, you just need a little reassuring! Sometimes he’ll give you a good pep talk before going into a place, lift your chin up and fix something about your outfit he saw wasn’t right. He’ll say something like “Don’t overwork that pretty mind ‘f yers. Ain’t shit you can’t handle.” Or he’s giving acaress of his hand on your cheek, or giving your thigh a squeeze. And after you say what you need to properly your eyes are immediately looking at Smokes for approval. He doesn’t mind though, give you a little curt but pleased nod that makes you wanna fall on top of him and roll around in his warmth while you giggle.
Or when he’s drilling his meaty length inside your sopping walls, your head pulled to the side with hearts in your eyes. Salvating at the sweat dripping down the side of his face that you want to lick up, you’re mewling out, “Is good ‘Lijah, it’s hck- it’s good?”
He lets out a grumble of curses, damned at how sexy you look all fucked out and needy. Pretty pussy clamping down on him like your aching for his cum, his lips fall to your neck, your chin, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips while he gives you slow sledgehammer into your heat. Crown of his head pressing that special spot you love so much.
“Course it is darlin- fuuuuck me, yer wonderful princess.”
It only makes you moan louder, creaming his length as he holds you close, letting your nails claw down his back as he doesn’t stop railing you, only fucking your through it. Pushing your curls back as he’s got your head inbetween his bicep.
He groans, thrusting his cock into you faster, dirtier, “Shit, you can take this baby, can’t you? You’re my good girl, aintchu? Don’tcha wanna make yer husband cum?”
a/n: Jesus Christ of Nazareth
A Little Update for My Sweet Babies 🤍
Hi, my Sweet Babies!
First, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for sticking beside me during my hiatus, for checking in, for your patience, and for continuing to support ArtisticEsthetic even when I needed time away. Your love has never gone unnoticed, and I appreciate every single one of you more than you know.
I'm happy to share that I'm slowly making my way back to writing. 💛
As excited as I am to be creating stories again, I want to be honest and set expectations. It may take me a little while to get back into a consistent posting schedule. I'm easing myself back into everything, and I want to make sure I'm giving you stories that I can truly be proud of.
I also wanted to give you a heads-up that I'll be moving soon. Because of that, there will be about a week in late August where I won't be posting any new stories while I get settled into my new place. Once everything is unpacked and life slows down, I'll be back with fresh chapters and new content.
Thank you for giving me the grace to grow, rest, and return at my own pace. Your support means the world to me, and I'm so excited for this next chapter—not just for me, but for ArtisticEsthetic as a whole.
Stay tuned... because trust me, there's so much more coming to ArtisticEsthetic. 🤍✨
With love,
ArtisticEsthetic
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Under His Protection | (3 - FINALE) Terms & Consequences
A/N: Okay, sweet babies. This short series is inspired by @spaceprincess04 who wondered if our favorite bad boy turned vampire was either a man of the night or the man who supplies ladies of the night. With her permission, not only am I giving y'all Sex Toy!Stack Moore but also Big Daddy or Pimp!Stack Moore- yes, TWO new short series!!! Ya welcome, HOODLEMS !!!!
POV: Elias “Stack” Moore runs on rules—who he protects, what he allows, and what he never touches.
When he offers you safety, structure, and work without lies, you know the choice isn’t simple. He promises protection, not ownership. Control, not affection.
But Stack watches too closely. Steps in too fast. Cares in ways that break his own rules.
Because in a world built on survival, protection is easy. Want is the dangerous part.
Under His Protection is a slow-burn, morally gray series where safety becomes temptation—and the man who knows better might be the one thing you can’t afford.
Warning: Execution, jealousy, realization.
Word Count: 2371
Pairing: Big!Daddy Elias 'Stack' Moore x Thick!Black Reader
On Her Terms | (3-FINALE) What He Leaves With
A/N: Okay, sweet babies. This short series is inspired by @spaceprincess04 who wondered if our favorite bad boy turned vampire was either a man of the night or the man who supplies ladies of the night. With her permission, not only am I giving y'all Sex Toy!Stack Moore but also Big Daddy or Pimp!Stack Moore- yes, TWO new short series!!! Ya welcome, HOODLEMS !!!!
In this short series, we will see how Stack made him and his twin's money with what the lord blessed him with.
POV: Elias “Stack” Moore knows how to survive—but survival has a price.
When a woman with money, control, and unnerving calm offers him an arrangement, Stack recognizes the danger immediately. No romance. No promises. Just discretion, generosity, and rules he didn’t write. He can leave whenever he wants.
He tells himself he’s only there for the money. He tells himself control is something he can give without losing.
But surrender has a way of teaching men what they crave—and what follows them long after they walk away.
Warning: None
Word Count: 1301
Pairing: Charlotte Fitzgerald x Elias Moore!Pretty Boy Stack
